i open the door all eyes are on me
they must be waiting for sometime
no utensils would be lifted without me
no glasses would be filled without me
no food would be serve without me
no sitting down without my presence
i heard ' buenas tardes senyorito'
i tip my hat. somebody hung it for me
i could hear sounds of opening lids,
glasses being filled, clicks of utensils
then complete silence broken by prayer
together we savor nourishing gift of nature
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